Amazed

I wake like this each morning.
Amazed at where I am.
Dream-encounters dissipate.
The room begins to infiltrate.
Physicality returns.
But eyes remain closed.
Holding on.
Messages relayed.
The organising me that never sleeps.

 
The spirit briefly holds its ground.
Aware of everything.
Everywhere I’ve been.
All I’ve ever seen.
Everyone I’ll ever know.
And more.
Aware of all that I must do.
But just for now
I lie, amazed at where I am,
and think of you.